Blood Thirst: God of War

Bleeding Heart

Julius lay on the hospital bed, his arm outstretched as the blood slowly drained out of him, drop by precious drop. His wife was sitting in a chair next to him like a vulture waiting for the last breath of a dying animal.

“Nurse!”

Quella snapped, “Why is it taking so long? Can't you hurry up the process, Kenny is still so pale.”

The nurse checked Julius’ condition, and her panic rose.

“We have already drawn 300ml more than the critical limit, and if we take any more, his health will be—”

“Oh, please! I didn't ask for your advice. Julius was a soldier before, so his body can tolerate it. He is not made of glass that would shatter, so just do what I say!”

She turned to him, shooting daggers.

“Don't just lie there like a statue, you pig! Tell her that you can give more! Kenny needs it.”

As if Kenneth ever not needed anything!

He whispered remembering his childhood.

Kenneth was the golden child, the one who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, while he was only given scraps, like a stray mutt.

Julius opened his mouth to reply, but his throat was completely dry. The nurse hesitated, looking at him with pity, but Quella had already run out of patience.

“Do I have to do everything myself?”

She sneered and grabbed the bed railing, giving it a hard shake. “It feels like you're allergic to being useful! Even the gutter worms are more useful than you.”

Julius’ body had already started shutting down from the blood loss.

The last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness, was Kenny ’s cruel smile as she picked up the bag filled with the complete 1200ml of his blood.

—

Julius stirred, but he felt like there was a boulder on his chest. He was trapped within his own body, unable to speak or move.

All he could sense was voices floating around, like ghosts from somewhere around him.

And what he heard made his blood run colder than before.

“Shhh, darling, he's finally down. What a tenacious life force he has...”

It was Kenneth's voice. But what was he talking about?

“Honey, there's no other way. The old man's arrangement is just unreasonable. He's giving everything to him. You mustn't feel guilty about it, okay?”

Quella took a deep breath, then smiled and nestled into Kenneth's arms like a little bird.

“I just... I really can't stand him anymore, Kenneth. First of all, I had to marry a man as pitiful as him. Don't I deserve to be loved by a capable husband?”

“Of course, darling! None of this is your fault... Do you understand that you've just done something good? Even if he's not here to love you, I'll always be here, forever.”

Kenneth gathered Quella into his arms and started to rub her back as he smirked and taunted Julius, who was lying on the bed, in a coma.

“Thank you for everything, brother!"

He whispered under his breath before he grabbed Quella’s face and kissed her.

Julius felt a burning pain in his chest that had nothing to do with his medical condition. Even in his coma, their words felt like daggers stabbing his heart.

“Oh, Kenny… ahhh….”

Quella whispered seductively as she slid out of her clothes on Kenneth’s hospital bed.

“Oh… yes! Yes! Ah, please don't stop… what the hell would I do without you?”

“You would be stuck with my idiot brother!”

“Oh please don't remind me about it, let me fully enjoy myself with you… because every time that pig touched me, I felt like throwing up!”

Kenneth laughed deeply before leaving sloppy kisses on Quella's body, marking her as his.

“And now? How do you feel now?"

Quella just moaned in reply, but he demanded more.

“No! I want you to say it! Say it properly."

“I feel like I'm on cloud nine! I love you… I love you so much.”

“Oh! So you love both me and Julius?"

Kenneth asked mockingly, like he was trying to prove a point.

“No… I never loved him. I never wanted that fox in my life. I only ever wanted you, ever since I first saw you… so please! Please will you fuck me harder!”

The words sent a cold shiver through Julius' mind. So this betrayal had been going on for a long time!

Till now, he was just suspecting that his half-brother wanted to replace him, but that plan had actually turned into reality… his wife had been having an affair with him, and hiding the truth from Julius!

Kenneth's slurred voice echoed in the room, broken only by Quella's moans.

"Good girl… now tell me, when are you going to get rid of this loser?"

"I don't know, can't we just continue like this? In secret, like we have been doing for all these years?”

Julius wanted to scream, to get off the bed and stop them, but he was pinned between slabs of ice. His wife was betraying him within arm’s reach, and there was nothing he could do.

“You know, I wonder how happy I would be if grandpa hadn't forced me to marry him. My family just married me off to this stupid old guard dog, thinking that he would be loyal and protective! But he is just a dumb idiot, and we can't even get rid of him!”

“Oh poor you! How bad it must feel, to be stuck with a husband no more exciting than a houseplant.”

She giggled.

“Even a houseplant is more fun! He is more like a mule, only good enough to carry the burden.”

“Well, don’t worry, sweetheart. You won’t have to tolerate him much longer, because I can't see you standing by his side anymore. You are mine! Only mine.”

“Well… I do want to divorce him as soon as possible, but how do I explain it to Grandpa?”

Quella hesitated, and Kenneth quickly reassured her with another kiss.

“Leave that to me. You just focus on being happy, my love!”

"Thank you, darling. Thank you for what you did for Grandpa, and for taking care of me. I don't know how to tell you how grateful I am.”

"Well," Kenny’s voice turned husky, “I can think of a few ways you can express your thanks to me!”

Julius felt like his soul was being carved out, piece by piece. The door suddenly burst open, and a doctor walked into the room while Quella and Kenneth awkwardly pulled up the blanket over themselves.

“Miss. Garcia?"

“Yes! That's me."

Quella smiled, adjusting her hair as she poked her head out of the blanket. But the doctor's eyes were full of sorrow.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Garcia’s condition was too critical, and he didn't survive the surgery.”

“Grandpa… he’s gone?”

“Yes, I’m really sorry, Miss. And your family must be informed immediately.”

The doctor left, and Kenneth broke the silence.

“Baby, I think we should go.”

Quella scrambled off the bed, pulling her dress on.

“Yes! If the other family members arrive before us, things could get complicated with the inheritance.”

The two of them rushed out the door without a second glance at the man lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

His whole world had been shattered, and that too without a single noise. They had taken everything: his love, his blood, his dignity!